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The Most Beautifullest Thing
I had a dream that I read a poem to a woman and cried at how beautiful it was and she cried at how beautiful that was and I thought how even my thoughts are a problem. a white woman said she would never teach me how to whistle and I only asked because she knew how to whistle and maybe I should just say how beautiful that was. when I was at the bar and Greg was spinning a woman walked by me and found a spot to dance, not with any body or looking at any one and if right now you’re wondering if knowing who Greg is is important I will just say no but it helps, and yes Greg is important. my ex’s glasses I found in my bathroom that she told me to throw away the ability to pivot sleep. after we broke up I told my friend Kyle and if you’re wondering yes, you need to reference what I said about Greg. yes, we were drunk yes, most of it is a blur but the events aren’t really important. but. back to my dream what do you think that woman looked like, how about the woman at the club, how about if I tell you that neither of them looked like the woman who, like a hunter, watched the hound run off to bring back what was shot out of the sky, and realizes I don’t want to come back. what’s beautiful about that is a beagle standing by a lagoon, so maybe I’ll just stand here for a while, the breeze feels nice, I can smell the petrichor.